hadla

Updated: May 1, 2025

Our path lay across a plain called Banka Hadla, intersected in many places by deep watercourses, and thinly strewed with Kulan clumps. The moon arose, but cast a cloud-veiled and uncertain light: our path, moreover, was not clear, as the guide, worn out by fatigue, tottered on far in the rear. About midnight we heard delightful sound! the murmur of the distant sea.

Sir Richard Francis Burton - First Footsteps in East Africa